C22

A big event happened that day. The blue vase that was auctioned off for five hundred million was gone. It was said that it had disappeared under layers of bodyguards and all kinds of electronic surveillance.

The financial board exploded again.

Before the 500 million was even delivered into the mysterious man's hands, it had already disappeared. The police immediately intervened and sealed off both land and sea. All the vehicles and aircrafts that went in and out of the city were under strict investigation. The entire city was under martial law. Police cars came and went busily.

Xiang Bei could even hear the commotion outside from her apartment, and was even a little gloating, "Serves you right if you have the money!"

Yan Qing Zhou used Xiang Bei's notebook to work, and said at the same time, "The bottle wasn't lost in his hands, it can't hurt him at all."

Xiang Bei smacked her forehead: "Oh right, the unlucky ones are the people at the auction, the bottles were not found in their safe, it's so pitiful."

Yan Qing Zhou did not want Xiang Bei to pay too much attention to the mysterious man, so he immediately changed the topic: "That's right, Bei Bei, are you interested in setting up a gallery?"

Xiang Bei pointed at his nose, unable to believe it, "Me? You said I run a gallery? "

Yan Qing Zhou's gaze was still fixated on the computer, "Un, do you have time? I told Song Miao to help you, you just have to draw, don't worry about others. "

Xiang Bei was defeated as if it was a matter of course, "Please, it's not that I don't have time, it's that I don't have the qualifications, okay? I have an exhibition? "Then I'll lose you."

Yan Qing Zhou then raised his head, "Why don't you have the qualifications? If I say yes, so be it. "

Why is it settled? Xiang Bei was speechless.

At this moment, someone rang the doorbell.

It was Xiang Da Hai.

Seeing that Yan Qing Zhou was indeed here, the taste in Xiang Da Hai's heart was hard to describe.

"Bei Bei, dad talked too much today, look at you …" Yo, the light boat is here too. "

Yan Qing Zhou nodded his head: "Greetings to uncle."

He was smiling, but Xiang Da Hai's scalp was going numb from his gaze.

"I came to pick Bei Bei up. I just said a few words and this child became impatient. Her temper is really …"

Yan Qing Zhou interrupted him gently: "Aunt Lin always said that Northern Bei was spoiled by me, but I think it's not too bad. She's so obedient, she's not spoiled at all."

"…" "What else can Xiang Da Hai say?" "Hehe, Qingzhou is right, Beibei is very obedient. She hasn't worried me much in her life."

Xiang Bei played with the patterns on the cloth sofa and thought, you don't have to worry, your heart is all on the mother and daughter.

Xiang Da Hai turned to Xiang Bei, his old face blushing a little, "Bei Bei, Daddy is here to bring you home."

Xiang Bei looked at his father. Was it fun to slap her own face? In the end, this daughter of hers was not as important as the project in Yan Qing Zhou's hands.

Xiang Da Hai continued to speak: "Next Saturday is Nan Nan's eighteenth birthday, look, you two sisters haven't had a birthday in so many years, she's definitely going to have a party to celebrate, I just want you two to have a birthday close by, so we might as well do it together, what do you think?"

Xiang Bei looked at Xiang Da Hai and did not say a word.

What did it mean by "the two sisters haven't had a birthday in so many years"?

Xiang Bei had never passed it herself, because she had always thought that her birth was the reason behind the death of her mother.

As for going south, would she, Xiang Bei, not let her have her birthday?

Who should he show his grievance to now?

"Sure, go ahead." Xiang Bei said that it didn't matter.